My god, when did you all stop being explorers?
When did the natural curiosities, which have brought you this far, dry up and leave you complacent?
Did the horizon lose its luster?!
What in this place and time, made you stop and say far enough?
I see in you no contentment. No peace. If you had peace, would you so rally around this fork tongued peddler, and his offers of a return to better times?!
What better times?!
The times have always been leading to now. They were never better.
Better was always the promise of the next part. The future.
What you reminisce on now, is the vision of today, not yet realized. Only looked upon.
An the sight of a thing can sometimes be more alluring, the farther away it is.
But it will never compare to being beside it.
Being in the presence of the moment itself!
So what does the next moment look like?
Not just for you or I: but for all?
Where will we go next?
That is what he cannot sell you, and why he doesn't even dare try.
Because no one can sell you tomorrow. It's up to you to take it.
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